“TASH!!!!!!!!!! He’s a priest!!!! And even if he wasn’t what about Carlisle???” Catkins face has gone a funny colour, but at least she fell for the lie. Take that voice in my head!

“Carlisle?” Delia buries her face in a pillow and Catkin starts banging her head against the wall.

I think she’s worrying. And worrying isn’t good for you, as I always say to Tolley. I tell Catkin this and she shoots me a look that says that if we weren’t facing 10 years in jail already she would kill me.